Forces of Temptation

Chapter 44: Sand, sand, sand (9)

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403 classroom.

The atmosphere froze for a while.

Everyone invariably thought of the last few messages from the terrified man hiding in the tin cabinet:

"That place doesn't exist, so neither can we—"

The so-called "place that does not exist", what does it mean to...

Did classroom 403 open up another space that night

And they entered an inner world completely dislocated from reality without knowing anything, continued the carnival until midnight, and returned to reality from the inner world without knowing anything.

This violates the rules of the inner world, so there is an unnamed force that wants to pull them back

The imagination of terror is the most depleting one's will.

The "Longtan" trio unanimously chose to occupy the position closest to the door.

But this couldn't stop the soles of their feet from blowing up the cold air.

If it wasn't for the fact that there might still be clues in Class 403, they would have fled.

Even the woman who was on the same team as the "Cube Ark" stood in front of 403 and looked around, not daring to investigate further.

In contrast, Nan Zhou seems to have no concern for the horror and unknown in Classroom 403.

He paced the stairs several times, his expression indifferent, and he touched and looked everywhere.

Like a bold cat in an unfamiliar space.

… but not at all human.

After Sun Guojing was taken aback by this thought, he secretly spurned him.

Wasn't he just beaten, why so self-intimidating

Besides…

He looked at Jiang Fang who went up and down with Nan Zhou fearlessly.

… to be honest.

Neither are very human.

A perfect match.

After walking through it several times and making sure that it is impossible for him to accidentally walk into any other dimension or world, Nan Zhou stopped.

Across a table, Nan Zhou said to Jiang Fang, "It's very strange."

Jiang Fang nodded: "So far, no campus legend has pointed to this."

The east fifth floor is in a remote location, few people come, and the management is as strict as that of ordinary teaching buildings, and it is often locked everywhere.

There are romantic groves and rooftops for couples to meet, and there are more cost-effective, vacated dormitories.

Who wants to sit in a lecture hall and fall in love

In addition, the fifth floor in the east is a dedicated teaching building for the Department of Physical Education, which naturally gives people a feeling of strong yang.

Therefore, there is no legend of haunting on the fifth floor of the east.

So, what exactly are they facing on the fifth floor in the east

Is it a wandering soul who wants them to help fulfill their wishes

Or pure, chaotic malice

Nan Zhou: "Ah. You are thinking about this."

Jiang Fang: "What are you thinking?"

Nan Zhou: "A lot."

First, the relationship chain.

There were nine people in the party that day.

But at present, the relationship between the seven of them is faulty.

Hu Li and the person who left the death message seemed to have evaporated from this relationship chain.

In this way, Nan Zhou could not judge what the intention of that force was.

Perhaps the power was directed at one of them, and the others were outraged

Second, what is the sequence of triggering terrorist events

At present, Sun Guojing, Nan Zhou and Li Yinhang have encountered a terrorist incident one after another.

The clue that you can get is that after hearing the rustle three times, it will trigger once.

But for the mechanism that triggers the event, they can't find a pattern at all.

Third, there is no physical presence of "that power".

Sun Guojing felt that someone got into his quilt.

What Nan Zhou saw was his own distortion in the mirror.

Li Yinhang was swiped by spam.

… almost nothing in common.

The only thing in common, that is, "that power", may not have an entity, or it may not be planned to show it in front of them for the time being.

Fourth, it is also the part that Nan Zhou cares about the most.

Why did the person who left the death message not send out any distress signal

According to common sense, they are in a relationship that can meet together, and they are all witnesses to the meeting on the 21st.

What would be the normal response if any of them were subjected to a horrific event beyond the normal worldview

Of course, it will be to confide, ask for help, and ask for help to people who have the same experience.

But none of them left similar records on their phones.

There are no phone calls to talk to, WeChat for help, or text messages for help.

Nan Zhou spoke in a very organized manner, sorted out the messy clues little by little, and put them in front of everyone.

… but it didn't help.

But it added a layer of frost to the already empty skulls of the trio.

"Oh, now we know the problem."

Sun Guojing, who had seen a ghost once, was the hardest among the three to keep calm.

Under the anxiety, his tone could not hide his bitterness: "Then what? So what? Don't you want to wait for the ghost to come to the door?"

Nan Zhou found a nearby table and sat on it, tapping his fingertips on the table.

Now, all the clues are long and short, entangled into a chaotic ball of yarn.

And what they have to do is to find the deeply buried thread from the ball of wool.

Nan Zhou recalled the requirements of the mission.

Their job is to live 120 hours without going crazy.

Nan Zhou knew very well that no matter how difficult the dungeon was, the chances of survival would be limited to a certain extent.

The principle is simple: from the point of view of the dungeon designers, too high a mortality rate will weaken the player's gaming experience.

In order to increase playability, restrictions on "that power" are inevitable.

They could just hunker down, do nothing, bet that the others would die first, or that luck would befall them.

But Nan Zhou didn't like this.

If you do this, the exploration and completion of the mission will be reduced, and the S-level reward will not be available.

In PVE, the meaningless death of teammates will definitely lower the score.

In this way, he is one step closer to realizing his wish.

… etc.

Mission requirements...

Nan Zhou raised his eyes and gave a key word: "… elevator."

Sun Guojing, who was chatting with his companions and trying to ease his fears, was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

In the baffling death message, more than just verbal messages were left.

… In order to escape the "rustling" sound, the person who left the message pressed the elevator, trying to induce the "rustling" sound to stay away from him.

In other words, there is an elevator where the person is.

Nan Zhou asked, "Which building has an elevator in the school?"

After determining the next step, Nan Zhou made a decisive decision: "Go." Find the elevator.

Jiang Fang also intends to respond.

But as soon as he moved, the movement was obviously stagnant.

He faced Nan Zhou and made a gesture to his ear.

…it was my turn.

The first "shasha" sound clearly appeared in Jiang Fang's ears.

Nan Zhou stared at Jiang Fang and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Yesterday, when he saw himself twisted in the mirror and his head was tilted by the edge of the frame, he had never felt so uncomfortable.

Nan Zhou regarded it as his physical problem, raised his hand and pressed his chest without a trace, and said to Jiang Fang again, "Let's go."

He's going to find out why, stop the "sand --gt;gt;

The "sand" sound continues to affect... the people it shouldn't.

Jiang Fang accepted this well. When he followed Nan Zhou and passed by the "Longtan" trio, he politely opened the door for Li Yinhang first, indicating that her lady would give priority.

After sending Li Yinhang out, only Jiang Fang and the trio remained in 403.

Jiang Fang looked at Qi Tianyun.

Of the three, he was the only one who tried to defend effectively when he attacked them verbally.

So, what he said next, maybe he could hear it the most.

Jiang Fang looked at Qi Tianyun and said softly, "If it were me, I wouldn't trust the person named Xie too much."

"Although you robbed us at the beginning, now we have no conflict of interest."

"Don't forget that in the original worldview, you bullied Xie Xiangyu. The roles you play have an essential conflict with him."

A word woke the dreamer.

Looking at the three people who were successfully aroused by his three words, Jiang Fang smiled.

I have to say that without the aggressive aggression just now, his affinity is amazing.

Jiang Fang picked up the phone: "However, if you trust him, just treat it like I didn't say such a thing. Anyway, our ultimate goal is to pass the test. But if you have any worries or encounter any trouble, you can also come and find me. I... Don't worry about Teacher Nan's objection, we Teacher Nan are actually very good people."

"Longtan" trio: "… "

Grass.

You coax an idiot.

Jiang Fang, who had just dug up the hearts of the three of them face to face, now seems to be completely incomprehensible to the complex expressions of the three of them.

He handed a note with a smile, and continued to release kindness: "Leave each other's phone numbers."

The trio looked at each other.

... leave a number, it doesn't seem to matter.

Because he couldn't memorize his mobile phone number like Jiang Fang did, Qi Tianyun took out his mobile phone and dialed the number provided by Jiang Fang.

When he focused on entering the number, Jiang Fang naturally took a step forward.

He made a gesture of leaning over to confirm the phone number.

... But his right hand swayed under the collar of Qi Tianyun's dark black sweater.

His movements were so fast that Qi Tianyun didn't even realize what he had done.

Jiang Fang withdrew in time before Qi Tianyun felt uncomfortable with their too close distance, held his chest, bowed to them silently, and signaled goodbye before turning around and leaving classroom 403.

After turning around, the friendly smile on Jiang Fang's face gradually faded.

He didn't lie.

Relatively speaking, Nan Zhou's conduct and personality are really much better than his own.

None of these three people are particularly smart, and they obviously have no experience with supernatural copies.

… only worth being used as pawns and shields.

So, why give it up to Xie Xiangyu, let him drive, or even waste it

Your life and death are better in our hands than in the hands of an unpredictable person.

At least with them, their lives represent points.

At least there is some protection value.

Nan Zhou and Li Yinhang were waiting for him outside Gate 403.

As soon as he met Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang put away all the plans in his heart.

He took out a small object that was as thin as a button battery and shook it lightly in front of Nan Zhou.

Nan Zhou asked with his eyes: What

Jiang Fang handed the thing to him, and told him with his mouth: squeeze it out.

Nanzhou: ? ?

Nan Zhou replied by mouth: why

Jiang Fang: I'll tell you if I squeeze it.

Nan Zhou weighed the small thing between his fingers, twisted it between his thumb and index finger, and suddenly exerted force.

—Bah.

The iron buttons that were originally a few millimeters thick were rolled into thin sheets in an instant.

Nan Zhou returned the things to Jiang Fang: "What is this?"

Jiang Fang raised the corners of his lips happily.

At this moment.

Xie Xiangyu sat alone in a corner of the classroom, listening to the teacher talking about ideological and moral cultivation and legal basis.

He's even taking notes for his character.

… It can be said that the character setting is perfectly executed.

As for the three sports students who followed his advice, asked for leave in a hurry and skipped daily training...

It's not bad to let them approach classroom 403 first and make a test item.

This morning, he pasted the same eavesdropping props exchanged from the system on Qi Tianyun's body, so that he could easily monitor the movements of the three test items.

Of course, he also successfully heard Nan Zhou's speculation.

The points that Nan Zhou noticed were almost the same as those he had concluded.

The next investigation direction "elevator" discovered by Nan Zhou was also truthfully recorded in the notebook by Xie Xiangyu.

However, Xie Xiangyu seems to be more interested in Nanzhou than solving the puzzle.

In the upper left corner of the notebook, the word "Nanzhou" was circled four or five times.

But somehow, the radio on the other end of the wiretap has changed slightly.

Xie Xiangyu put down the pen, raised his eyebrows, pointed his ears, and wanted to hear what happened.

Was it discovered by Qi Tianyun

still is…

Soon, the sharp sound of eavesdropping props shattering bones, traveled thousands of meters, and pierced straight into his eardrum!

Xie Xiangyu suddenly turned around and almost threw the pen out of his hand.

He lay down on the table for a while, and Tianling Gerry still seemed to have been struck by a gong and hammer.

...the brains are buzzing.

He rested on his arm, neither angry nor annoyed, but couldn't help but laugh sullenly.

Ah, it was discovered.

But it shouldn't have been discovered by the trio, otherwise they would have cursed themselves before destroying the props.

So, did Jiang Fang discover it

Or Nanzhou

As he pondered with interest, the overstimulated eardrums joined in the fun again.

"Om-"

"boom-"

"sand-"

"sand-"

At first, Xie Xiangyu didn't care too much, just gently pinched his earlobe to ease the tinnitus.

However, after realizing what happened, Xie Xiangyu stopped moving.

He heard a choppy, frantic voice.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

sand-

"What do you want? I'll give you everything, don't kill me!"

sand-

"Anyone? Anyone?"

The cries for help were followed by constant knocks and futile gasps.

And the dead silence that no one responded, and the muffled sound that didn't stop, as if the skin had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"sand-"

It was not difficult to recognize that it was Xie Xiangyu's own voice.

... He actually heard his moaning and cries for help when he was dying...

Accompanied by the sound of "rustling" approaching step by step, chilling down the spine.

... Sure enough, if you don't play the role seriously, you will be able to escape the disaster.

Xie Xiangyu had heard the sound of "rustling" twice a long time ago, and he had already expected what happened now, so he was not surprised.

Waiting for the frantic heartbeat to recover, he buried his head and made a tick somewhere in the notebook—

His experience once again proved that "that power" has no entity yet.

A marker pen on Xie Xiangyu's fingertip moved like a fly, turning out a hundred-turn pattern in his palm.

It seems that he must hurry up and act.

… Also, my ears hurt. :,